I crave this sweet, blessed silence trying to take root inside my skull.
Most of all, I’m a greedy man. If I have a way that I can take my mind off my new reality for a little while and get more than a couple of hours of sleep at once, I’ll take it.
I kick the bedroom door shut behind us. I don’t even know why, since we’re alone and I’m not expecting any of the kids to come home at nearly eleven on a Tuesday night. I toe off my loafers as I back him toward the bedwhile kissing him.
I cannot get enough of him right now, and even better, he doesn’t remind me of Ellen.
Once we reach the bed, I drop the laptop case onto it and shrug off the right sleeve of my blazer, switch hands holding his necktie, and free my left arm.
With his hands tied in front of him, he can’t hold on to me like I can see he wants to. I pull him to me again, more kisses, suckingon his lips and nipping, biting, all while I reach down and unfasten his belt and pants with my free hand.
“Shoes,” I rumble against his lips before kissing him again.
He manages to get them off and I kick them out of my way. Then I shove his slacks and briefs down his legs and find he’s already hard again.
Good, because so am I.
Once he kicks those off, I grab his cock and the hungry, needysound of his unmuffled moan fills my soul.
“Good boy.” I release his necktie and start unbuttoning his shirt. Once I reach his tie, I loosen it enough I can pull it off over his head. Leaving his hands tied, I pull his shirt and undershirt over his head, too, and down his arms, wadding them up around his hands.
Then I shove him back onto the bed and push his hands up, over his head, where Ilean over and pin them against the mattress.
I stare down at him, our gazes locked together. I don’t understand what this is, but right now, I need it more than I need air in my lungs.
No, I’ve never been with another guy before.
No, I’ve never even lusted after a guy before, no bi-curious fantasies of my own.
Ellen used to talk about stuff, spank-bank fodder, being pinned between me and anotherguy, or having a guy between us and me fucking him while he ate her out or fucked her, but that was just talk.
I went along with it becausefuckyeah, the fantasy was hot, especially while we were making love.
Doubly especially if I used toys on her at the same time.
With my free hand, I reach up and tweak his left nipple, pinch it, and watch his cock jerk where it’s hard and laying straightup against his abs. He’s leaking pre-cum, too. His cock’s not as big as mine, not quite seven inches and slimmer than mine, and I realize now he’s not circumcised.
Now when he whimpers for me, it’s not muffled, not restrained. Every deliciously pained sound makes my cock throb.
For the first time in nearly two damn years, I am enjoying life.
Isthatwhat this is? Temporary insanity triggeredby grief and loneliness?
Don’t know, don’t care.
I torture his other nipple, finally releasing his hands.
“Keep them there, boy.” I pinch and twist both nipples, loving the sounds he makes for me and how his hips thrust at the air.
My sadist wants to play with him now that the Dom’s interest has been piqued.
Rolling him onto his stomach, I position him so his ass is at the edge of the bedand his feet are on the floor. Then I deliver a slap to his ass.
“Stay.”
I cross my bedroom to my closet, where I grab the tote of stuff and drag it out.
Pain rolls through me and I angrily shove it out of the way.
